One Settler, One Bullet by Struggle

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by Struggle· from One Settler, One Bullet

An outrage of verdict brought out our muzzled voice. And their middle class dreams were shattered with the oppression they created. This is a system without justice and our rage caught them off guard. We burned their lies and their greed went up in smoke. We cried with victory. They stand on a mound of innocent dead. Their Hands are soaked in human blood. The system they created shall be put to death.